Friday Word Game

Yes, it's that time again....

[Marketing Guy]

Rules:
1. No brand names.
2. No URLs.
3. Dont be crude! :P
4. If you post at the same time as someone else, and the sentence becomes weird then STOP, and then whoever posted second has to edit their post with a new word.
5. If you end a sentence then you have to start a new one.
6. You cant post twice in a row - you have to wait till someone else posts!
7. One word per turn only
8. Shak must feature in the second sentence or the game is null and void.

Beanbags

Scott :)

Ps This has to be the most frustrating game, especially on WW - Ive never had to edit my posts so often since joining WW! :P

[mcavill]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise

[dillonstars]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves

[mcavill]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning

[Chndru]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh,

[panic]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh, homeless

[Chndru]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh, homeless windows

[dillonstars]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh, homeless windows are

[celerityfm]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh, homeless windows are 404'd

[Chndru]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo. Oh, homeless windows are 404'd cookies

[martinibuster]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo.

Oh, homeless windows are 404'd cookies crumbled

Should we start a new paragraph?

[curlykarl]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo.
Oh, homeless windows are 404'd cookies crumbled

Should we start a new paragraph?

No, it's Pub time :)

[celerityfm]

Beanbags eat ferrets. Occasionally, underpants eat Shak. However... whaaat? Magazine left lumps of custard dripping onto vacant squares while I contemplated where the furry nipple-clamps should go. On Friday mornings, folks gathered into clusters of such mammoth scale, pointing skyward, that Shak ruminated about what Brett vainly ate his cornflakes with milk. Why should anyone think? Heartless frogs don't recognise themselves cleaning foo.
Oh, homeless windows are 404'd cookies crumbled.

Yay!